chiller, just now: "I don't feel bad exactly. I feel like...I'm occupying the body of a stoned tramp."
Aww. We though we were drunk then, after a couple of cocktails and a cockload of hot sake. Bless our innocent hearts.
Mark and I get on very well these days. Note tumbler of brandy held impressibely upright. Do not note my GIGUNDO leg.
Yeah, I don't even know. (The keen-eyed badge afficionado will notice the deep, deep irony in my badging attire.)
Me and my breasts.
Resting at dawn.
Oh good god no.